Of heart and bosom I make <br />And of arms tender cradle <br />Many nights I pass awake <br />I must face a lot hurdles <br /> <br />Early arrive to vineyard <br />Still in work till sunset <br />To gain money it's so hard <br />From forehead flooding sweat <br /> <br />Barely satiate my little needs <br />My children I delegate <br />To capital for they read <br />Graduations I celebrate <br /> <br />I trust them to live away <br />See them every two weeks <br />Soul for them I would slay <br />For good deeds am not weak <br /> <br />All my income I do pay <br />I sell also my dear lands <br />Some are greedy like a bay <br />Accuse me of closed hands. <br /> <br />Saturday 7 June 2014<br /><br />kassem oude<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alas-21/
